Thoughts.

I would really like to post logical and useful stuff on my blog but apparently, those deep thoughts I have when waiting for Mae at the bus terminal or while driving, flees from memory when I face my computer. Is this typical? I know I'm not the most talented writer around the block and my MUET results were sure proof of it.

Fluent; appropriate use of language; few grammatical errors.
- Which means when I have to talk in front of examiners impromptu, I suck.

Good understanding of language and context. High ability to function in the language.
- Did I miss something? Did the English Language suddenly became a survival necessity? WHEN??

I was.. Who am I kidding? I am disappointed with my writing results. A measly 65 out of 90. It's not good enough for me. It also tells me that I cannot write fiction without 3 days of research and editing. Ha! Nevertheless, I am satisfied with my overall achievement.

Yours truly: Oh, yeah. I got my MUET results today.
Mae: Really?? What you got?
Yours truly: 5.
Ma: Waa! Can go out and celebrate!
Pa: What? 5 what? I thought there's a 6. No 6?
Yours truly: *glares* No.
Mae: Are you going to resit? *worried*
Yours truly: What??? You nuts?! It's good enough for me k?
Ma: Yah, no need to be kiasu. So we must go out and celebrate!
Pa: Aiya, not 6 ah?
Ma: She doesn't want to be sick ma. So no 6.
Pa: Never mind la. Still 5. OK la.
These whole conversation took place in less than a minute.

Bugger. It's like having 10 instruments of different tunes playing at the same time. See how my parents can criticize and then say something nice in 10 seconds? That's why I love them. And thank you dear Jesus for blessing me with parents who tells me chocolate makes me fat straight up and still buy chocolate bars for me. *grins*

Oo! I remember something now. I was thinking about how adaptable Malaysians are at picking up accents. The Aussie slang, the American accent, the Brit accent, the Texan drawl and all them other sexy accents.. Yum. I'm not sure if I read it in a newspaper or heard it on the radio, a foreigner said that he was impressed with the ability of Malaysians to pick up accents and slang quickly. It was a compliment, trust me. He wasn't trying to be funny and insulting. What THAT tells me is, we are natural copycats. We are the reason copyright laws were legalized and carried out worldwide. Aren't you glad you're Malaysian?

So as I was nibbling on Mister Potato's Turkey & Sour Cream chips, [they are good!! don't let the weird flavour turn you off] I realized that my room was so much more spacious. I'm not sure if I should redecorate my room. I will be getting rid of books come December and then I'll have even more space! By the time the packet of chips was empty, I decided, no. Maybe not. But what I have to do is get rid of old clothes that I hardly wear anymore and decide if I should sell my story books, rent it out or just keep them. Put them in chest and bury them in front of the house. But we'll be moving back to Kuantan by the end of next year and I'll hafta dig them up again. Hmm..

By the way, Ica is not staying with us anymore. She decided to switch host family.

So, I've been craving for story books! I need to read! But I'm not getting my homework done. I realized, I like maths but I suck at it. I'm simple, really. I really do like maths! Nyargh. I'm getting sleepy. I have to finish those few questions and then jump into bed.

I need to catch up with mates too! Siew Chin was back last couple of weeks and I never got to meet up with her. Muru is also done with his foundation studies and I've yet to see him around RJ. Should hang out there more often?

Oh ya! The wedding is coming up on August 1st! I can't wait til then!! Must try my coloured contacts too. Exciting, exciting month! But dead broke too.. Anybody doesn't want their spare change? I collect them.

You are the only girl I want. Babe, please say you'll try. I know they say that there is a girl out there for every guy. You are the one for me. Things will work between us. I know it will. I'll treat you right and you'll never regret you met me.
Yours truly: Of course there is. The ratio is 4 girls for every 1 guy. You're most probably bullshitting to 3 other girls too at the same time. I'm already regretting I even replied to you. Are all guys this predictable when begging? You're bugging me. SHOO!! *flicks*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIEW CHIN!! *hugs* lots of hugs & kisses for you babe! ;)

Hatred.

Remember what they sang about not looking back in anger?

I'm admitting and not sorry about being NOT man enough to do it. In fact, I shall be angry for all I want at all the manipulative, scheming, lying, backstabbing, whinny, pathetic, two-faced pariahs in my life. Get a life. Nobody wants you around if all you want to do is use people to your advantage.

If you don't like the truth, run away screaming and tearing your guts out. I DON'T CARE.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. I rather up-end the big pot of boiling hatred all over this stinking destitutes and scald them to kingdom come. I'll do salt-rubbing when it's cold and the sores make you wanna suck your thumb and call for your mummy.

Go away. I rather hang out with autistic kids for life than spend another minute around you. Do one kind deed left in your miserable life and GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.

I'll most probably look back at this and think, "Oh! I was too harsh." but right now, that's what my heart wants to say. Count sheeps if you can't handle the truth. Virtual reality should be YOUR life. Eat, sleep, shit in it. Hibernate in it.

When you wake up, the world has already seen better days and you should just return to dust from whence you came from and what you are made of. In short, gi mampos la for all I care.